The smell of charcoal coursing through my brain Like the stain of purple lipstick on my pain You said it's time to leave and that I'll never see you again It's getting late so I guess I'll take the night train Oh and I Know there's nothing more to see So it's time To burn our whole anthology Is this recovery? ♪ You'd best make space for me In your car with my cardboard boxes (I'm leaving the city) You're one of those people Who solves their problems with a box of chocolates (Don't give me your pity) While I'm speeding down your street I'm met with memories (With a chorus of blinding lights) You know I sit and cry Until I find the perfect melody (But I think that I'll be alright) Oh and I Know there's nothing more to see So it's time To burn our whole anthology And though I Think about you constantly I try To let go of what you said to me Is this recovery?